end of the road

My feet felt breezy today and when I slid my shoes off, under my desk~I realized that I had worn THROUGH the leather.

I was crushed.  I have resoled and reheeled these lovely shoes many many times.  They have carried me onto many many stages and held me upright through many concerts.

Then I realized that they were well over a decade old and perhaps it was time for them to get to retire their weary leathery selves.  

Here's to the next decade of rehearsals and concerts.

And here's a little poetry to ease into Friday~am totally preempting the meaning for shoes:

"I won't be the last
I won't be the first
Find a way to where the sky meets the earth
It's all right and all wrong
For me it begins at the end of the road
We come and go..."

~Eddie Vedder